The street folds over itself
Someone lunges at me
Bites my wrist
Something leaks from the walls
I swallow it, nothing sticks
Five hands orbit around me
Stone and cards drip into my pocket
They blink at my bones
The air feels like soft teeth
I walk
I run
Numbers dissolve on the asphalt
Fantasies leak off the expo walls
Hands in my hair
Eyes in my skull
Looping through my ribcage
I stare through all of it
It drips like Mercury
Everything bends
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Mm
Oh
Oh